Hua Weiluo stood in place in a daze, looking at Zhishan standing on the bow of the boat, his fingertips involuntarily touched the lip that had just been kissed by him, was everything just now fake?

Is the tenderness, the doting in his tone, and the frenzy with which he kisses himself all disguised? ?

But he was good, but he didn't look at the flowers again.

got off the boat, and Zhishan went straight back to Xiaobai's house with the flowers before they fell.

Hua Weiluo walked towards his wing room a little dejected, and his mind was in a mess.

"The flowers have not fallen." When Zhishan turned to leave, he suddenly opened his mouth and called out to her faintly.

"What??" Hua Weiluo quickly stretched out her sleeve, wiped her eyes, and then turned her head away, looking at the ground and asked listlessly.

"Remember to come over and help me rub the medicine at night." Zhishan said to her in a flat tone.

Hua Weiluo looked up at him violently, just stared at him for a while, and then took a deep breath and said, "Don't go, can't you rub the medicine yourself." ”

"As a senior sister with a pure heart, isn't it your obligation to care for every junior brother??" Zhishan was not angry or annoyed, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he asked seriously towards Hua Weiluo.

"......" Hua Weiluo bit her lip, remembered what she said yesterday, was silent for a long time, and finally admitted defeat: "Okay, I know." ”

"Well, come early, I'm going to get an early rest today." After Zhishan told her this, he turned around and went back to the room.

Hua Weiluo stood in place, looking at the back of Zhishan turning away, and there was an indescribable sense of depression in his heart.

She stood for a few more moments, and finally let out a long sigh and went back to her room.

In the evening, the sun had not yet set, the ground was still exuding the heat of the day, the trees kept screaming, and the flowers sat at the table in their room and looked out in a daze for a whole afternoon.

Little Junior Brother...... What if he really can't remember himself anymore?

What if he doesn't like himself anymore?

Hua Weiluo only felt that his heart was in turmoil, and he had been circling these two questions in his mind all afternoon, and he had not come up with an answer until now.

Seeing that the sun was about to sink, she finally remembered that she had to help the little junior brother rub the medicine, although she was still a little sad in her heart, but thinking about being able to tease the little junior brother, seeing his shy appearance, her mood was finally a little better.

"Squeak", Hua Weiluo pushed open the door of Zhishan's room, and saw him sitting on the couch in front of the window at a glance, a white hand as jade supported his forehead, the white robe hung down quietly, a long black hair spread out behind him, and those deep eyes were tightly closed at the moment, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate.

Hua Weiluo slowly walked to his side, hesitated, and said softly to him: "Little junior brother, little junior brother, ...... little junior brother??" ”

There was no response.

He shouldn't have just been sitting here for an afternoon, right?

Hua Weiluo couldn't help but reach out to his forehead, he looked very uncomfortable, could it be the injury on his body, okay??

"What??" The big white and slender hand suddenly held Hua Weiluo's small hand that poked into his forehead, Zhishan opened his eyes slightly, looked towards Hua Weiluo, and saw her face full of worry.